Persian Stars

A gale force in the Maori wind prevails

It absconds with the serenity

and essence of the region

The native environs are swept away

In the loathsome wind

That is the way the feelings inside,

inside of my heart, that is the way

they are drawn

Into the vortex of a love in a time

Never to be stilled

I had in mind a sepia picture

Like a dream that pierced the barrier

of the subconscious, out of oblivion

Out of the darkness of the forgotten

The memory that was put away

to fade and to die lay only dormant

Now it flies

Now it has life, it breathes in the skies

And now I cry

Now I will weep as roses die

The roses I placed on our love's grave

With happiness

I was to move on, to see the better days

But, it is clear that I am still in love

I look up to the stars above

And think that I'm in Persia

That is how I am drawn, my beauty

The wildness of all life's apparent

As the gale force of your love

....picks me up